as written by Loreth
The room was deathly silent save for the scratching of quill on parchment and the few muffled groans of the students housed within. Tiered seats like an auditorium rose upward to hold several hundred members of various races, their eyes all intent on the papers before them. Tension was thick and growing thicker as a hovering sand timer drained away precious seconds. Seated at the corner of the instructor’s stage was a heavy wooden desk covered in intricate vine and leaf patterns to create what appeared to be a living flora holding various papers and books. Perched precariously on top of the books was a single tea cup, steaming still, and an hourglass nearly at the end of it’s time.
Pacing back and force across the stage was the instructor herself, dark crimson lips curled into a taunting smile as she called out the final warning. “A few minutes remain, my little darlings. Answer quickly but accurately and if you’re done wait silently.” Pausing at the center of her stage to watch the students sweat and scribble as fast as possible, she unconsciously posed in the single beam of sunlight that made it into the room. Her fiery satin dress hugged her curves, whispering as it trailed a little behind her while the long sleeves fluttered around pale, long fingered hands. The neckline plunged boldly down to expose much of her cleavage and exaggerate her slender form. And overdress of sheer gold draped over her shoulders and floated like a mist behind her as she walked, twinkling in the fading sun.
Savania dressed with her own style, the clothing made by her not inconsiderable skill and designed to show off her tall thin form. Altari elves nearly obsessed with beauty and like many of their women, Savania felt she was the most beautiful of all. Having a room full of various races watching her as she discussed and taught the frost magic she specialized in did little for her ego but times like this she wished that for just once she had accepted the option to join the battle mage college. Listening to the irritating scratch of rough quill on paper, she sighed heavily that misted out then took a deep breath. “Time is up. Stay in your seats and I will collect your papers.”
A collective groan issues through the room as she held a hand up and papers flew to her, shuffled neatly together in order of row. “Excellent. Now, you are all excused for the day. Be here tomorrow sharply to find out your grades and whether or not you will be permitted into my more advanced class.” Setting the large stack of papers on her desk, she watched as the students marched out as though to their deaths after a long hike. A few paused by her desk to say something but she only shoo’d them out with a flick of her wrist. “There is no point in trying to woo me now, you’ve already filled out the test. Let your actions speak for you now.”
Once they left, she sat there and graded the papers quickly, two stacks made for Pass and Fail. Savania was rather proud to see that the Pass pile was much larger then the Fail stack that only held about ten papers. The process of grading was lengthy though and by the time she finished it was nearly evening. Closing and locking the door, she swirled a cape around her shoulders and made her way out of the school and out onto the street for an evening stroll. With the late hour it would be the perfect time, she thought, to enjoy the last of the sunlight dipping beneath the horizon. Climbing up to the wall, the deep red of her clothing standing out like a blood stain on the pristine white walls, Savania found her favorite spot to sit and watch the streets occupants pass beneath her.
The room was deathly silent save for the scratching of quill on parchment and the few muffled groans of the students housed within. Tiered seats like an auditorium rose upward to hold several hundred members of various races, their eyes all intent on the papers before them. Tension was thick and growing thicker as a hovering sand timer drained away precious seconds. Seated at the corner of the instructor’s stage was a heavy wooden desk covered in intricate vine and leaf patterns to create what appeared to be a living flora holding various papers and books. Perched precariously on top of the books was a single tea cup, steaming still, and an hourglass nearly at the end of it’s time.
Pacing back and force across the stage was the instructor herself, dark crimson lips curled into a taunting smile as she called out the final warning. “A few minutes remain, my little darlings. Answer quickly but accurately and if you’re done wait silently.” Pausing at the center of her stage to watch the students sweat and scribble as fast as possible, she unconsciously posed in the single beam of sunlight that made it into the room. Her fiery satin dress hugged her curves, whispering as it trailed a little behind her while the long sleeves fluttered around pale, long fingered hands. The neckline plunged boldly down to expose much of her cleavage and exaggerate her slender form. And overdress of sheer gold draped over her shoulders and floated like a mist behind her as she walked, twinkling in the fading sun.
Savania dressed with her own style, the clothing made by her not inconsiderable skill and designed to show off her tall thin form. Altari elves nearly obsessed with beauty and like many of their women, Savania felt she was the most beautiful of all. Having a room full of various races watching her as she discussed and taught the frost magic she specialized in did little for her ego but times like this she wished that for just once she had accepted the option to join the battle mage college. Listening to the irritating scratch of rough quill on paper, she sighed heavily that misted out then took a deep breath. “Time is up. Stay in your seats and I will collect your papers.”
A collective groan issues through the room as she held a hand up and papers flew to her, shuffled neatly together in order of row. “Excellent. Now, you are all excused for the day. Be here tomorrow sharply to find out your grades and whether or not you will be permitted into my more advanced class.” Setting the large stack of papers on her desk, she watched as the students marched out as though to their deaths after a long hike. A few paused by her desk to say something but she only shoo’d them out with a flick of her wrist. “There is no point in trying to woo me now, you’ve already filled out the test. Let your actions speak for you now.”
Once they left, she sat there and graded the papers quickly, two stacks made for Pass and Fail. Savania was rather proud to see that the Pass pile was much larger then the Fail stack that only held about ten papers. The process of grading was lengthy though and by the time she finished it was nearly evening. Closing and locking the door, she swirled a cape around her shoulders and made her way out of the school and out onto the street for an evening stroll. With the late hour it would be the perfect time, she thought, to enjoy the last of the sunlight dipping beneath the horizon. Climbing up to the wall, the deep red of her clothing standing out like a blood stain on the pristine white walls, Savania found her favorite spot to sit and watch the streets occupants pass beneath her.
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